Arlena
There’s something of a lion in the way she prowls through my mind. Each step echoes a firm boot heel into the hard ground. You could see the unfurling of fire behind her— the last of the phoenixes had arrived.
There’s something of a lion in the way she prowls through my mind. Each step echoes a firm boot heel into the hard ground. You could see the unfurling of fire behind her— the last of the phoenixes had arrived.